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Samandriel scurried towards Bartholomew's lab trying desperately not to cry. When he got there, he knocked nervously on the door. It swung open revealing Bartholomew. "Yes little one?" The elder angel asked his not-that-much-younger brother.
"Zachariah said you were asking for me." Samandriel.
"Well i wasn't asking for you but i can see you're nervous. Come in. I'm sure i can remedy that." Bartholomew smiled as he slipped a hand around Samandriel's back to lead him inside.
"No that's fine." Samandriel said trying to slip back to the door and away from his brother.
"Oh no. I insist." Purred Bartholomew as he sat his brother in a chair and then went to his tools, recalling what Naomi had taught him. By the time he turned back to his latest patient Samandriel was gone. Bartholomew shook his head and turned to put his knife back. "How disappointing."